I own a brick from my favorite ballpark, so many memories.
July 15 will be 58 years ago that I saw my first game at Comiskey as the Sox beat the old Washington Senators 5-4.
It always gave me a thrill coming down the Dan Ryan at where it jogs a little at 18th street and you saw those majestic light towers.

__________________Coming up to bat for our White Sox is the Mighty Mite, Nelson Fox.

__________________It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. - A. Bartlett Giamatti

Sometimes I have dreams that it is still up somehow and I am back inside. I went there a few times when I was young but can just remember a little bit of it. I would love to have a chance to be back inside that building.

Sometimes I have dreams that it is still up somehow and I am back inside. I went there a few times when I was young but can just remember a little bit of it. I would love to have a chance to be back inside that building.

I like the ballpark we have now, in spite of our team's performance as of late, but I think about Old Comiskey all the time.

The new park is much better than old one, but the old park holds so many enjoyable memories, even if I was watching bad baseball. From the bitter cold gray April Sundays looking down the first base line to the IIT stack through one of the arches to standing at the base of the scoreboard while the fireworks were shooting off for a home run on a sweltering Wednesday afternoon (so far away from the game that there was a slight difference between seeing the ball hit and hearing the crack of the bat), it was all good.

Seeing home plate in the parking lot across the street and looking around is quite the emotional experience.

There's a new book out about the old Comiskey Park. It's "Portraits from the Park: Comiskey Park photographs, 1973-1990", by Thomas Harney. It brings back some good memories about the Old Comiskey Park.

I disagree, you were SO much closer to the action at the old park. There are very few seats at the new stadium that can compare to an average seat at the old one. I'd rather watch on TV than sit in the upper deck and even the lower bowl seats can seem distant if you are towards the rear.

As for the dreams, I've had them too. In mine, it is as if the building were never torn down but it has gone unattended. Completely covered in vegetation and moss. In one dream, there was a restaurant built into the walls that served Italian beef and you could look out at the ruins. We used to always stop at Al's for a sandwich and fries before going to the game when I was a kid.

Sometimes I have dreams that it is still up somehow and I am back inside. I went there a few times when I was young but can just remember a little bit of it. I would love to have a chance to be back inside that building.

I still do, too. I just had one last week. It always is in the process of being torn down, but I always have a chance to sneak in.